Chasing Time

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”
Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”
The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”
Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”
“Oh!!!!”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.
The applause grew even more fervent...
(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The Shadow of Great Britain

However, the lady Arthur encountered today obviously had energy to spare; she showed no sign of wanting to faint at the moment.


"Your waltz is quite good, did you learn it from a private tutor, or was it a lady who introduced you to dancing?"


"Really? Thank you for the compliment. If my friends heard that, they would be very pleased, as I mostly learned to dance from them."


"To have taught such a fine student as yourself, they must surely be regulars at social gatherings."


"You see through everything. Indeed, my friends are almost always at those places. And it's not just in London; they are quite well-known in Parisian social circles too."


"Paris? Oh, my God! That explains the French style in your dance steps. Since you have French friends, you must be able to speak French, right?"


"Un peu, a little; I should be fine with simple conversation."


Upon hearing this, the lady switched to French, throwing a barrage of French words at Arthur, which took him a while to understand.


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